Jasmine twine with gilly-flower

Jasmine twine with gilly-flow'r,

Since my heart is in his pow'r!

Gilly-flow'r, so redly flaming,

Through the sober morning grey,

Tell him (nought my bosom taming)

Thus my heart consumes away;

And ye paler blossoms lay

At his feet your dew, and say:

That I too am pale with longing,

That like dew my tears are thronging!

Sweetest flow'rs, by thousands growing

In the vale (a lovely sight!)

Which were all at sunrise blowing,

Will have lost their beauty bright

Ere another morning's light.

Tell me then, thou jasmine white!

And thou gilly-flow'r discover,

If a day have chang'd my lover!